Shoshalo said, "No more, no less, just two letters."
"You’re alone," Qu Yong said. "Why should I give you two letters?"
Shoshalo asked for two letters from Qu Yong without doing anything, but he didn’t directly refuse. He also seemed to want to send him two invitations.
"Look at this." Shoshalo’s toes scrawled three words on the ground very quickly. "I’m this person to pick up the invitation."
"this man"
Qu Yong was embarrassed because he really didn’t recognize these three Japanese characters.
Shore Sha Luo saw QuYong didn’t respond to this name, and he also made a slight surprise. "Since Ge is a true Oracle, you shouldn’t have never heard of this name."
Qu Yong was ashamed. "I’m … ashamed that I can’t read Japanese characters. Please tell me directly."
"She …" Shoshalo didn’t seem to want to name this person. He suddenly sank into doubt. Suddenly, he sat on the concrete floor, his heels stepped on each other and took off his shoes, revealing a pair of bare feet. Then the ten toes moved flexibly, twisted and transformed more flexibly than the fingers of ordinary people, and managed to make a flaming flame, and then a lotus flower was born in that flame.
"Isn’t this … isn’t this ShiShu’s flaming lotus flower …" Qu Yong didn’t feel anything if he didn’t understand this trick, but he knew that this trick was the three strokes of destiny, which had great power. He saw clearly that Shoshalo twisted and changed quickly, but he found that at first glance it was very similar, but the details were still different, just as if an outsider looked like two identical flowers, but knowing flowers looked very different.
"Who imitated who?"
"Shout …" Shoshalo barely got to the lotus bud, so he couldn’t get it any more. Even so, he was sweating like a war.
"This move is that this senior played it for me. She said that if you don’t understand this invitation again, you won’t take it. You can’t watch this kind of decisive battle."
Qu Yong asked urgently, "What’s the name of this elder and where is she?"
Shoshalo said, "I can’t say her name. I just wrote it on my foot."
Qu Yong closed his eyes and replayed the name written by Shoshalo in his mind again, keeping it firmly in mind and saying, "Okay, I know."
"How many invitations do you want?"
Shore Shaluo saw that Qu Yong could understand this move, but his eyes were full of envy. He put on his shoes and stood up and said, "I want two real invitations."
Qu Yong said without hesitation, "I can give you two invitations, genuine invitations, but I need to meet this person."
Shoshalo said, "You will see her, but not now."
Qu Yong looked into his eyes and finally said, "OK, I believe you." He hit the affairs box and took out two invitations. He handed them to him and said, "I have given you what you wanted. I hope you won’t break your word."
Shoshalo said, "If she wants to see you, you will see her. If she doesn’t want to see you, you can’t see her anyway."
"She will want to see me," said Qu Yong, touching his nose. "Please tell this elder that I seem to know this trick."
"Fire Lotus" murmured Shoshalo. "It turns out that its name is so beautiful that you can do anything."
Qu Yong said, "If you tell her the exact words, she will be white."
Shoshalo said, "Well, I will give her the exact words word for word."
"Thank you. Do you want to finish scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
"Thank you. No need."
Qu Yong watched the arm boy leave. He wanted to follow him and see who the name was, but he didn’t do it. Instead, he continued to sit in the square and wait for someone who wanted to eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs.
Chapter four hundred and six The Mist Man
For a long time, no one has come. Everyone is watching Qu Yong’s twelve bowls of vegetables, and there seem to be many bowls left, and there seems to be not many.
Those people stared at the ten bowls of dishes like wolves, but Qu Yong was still thinking about the sand that left the shore.
He wondered whether these two invitations were right or wrong for Shoshalo. If they were given to him, it would be fatal. If he could not keep these two invitations, wouldn’t it hurt people?
He was worried that there was nothing wrong. Sha Luo had not left Taiyuan yet. He quickly deviated from the downtown street and walked alone to a deep alley.
If he had been walking in that busy neighborhood, he might still be concerned about some people who didn’t have a chance to do it to him, but now he’s walking alone to that sparsely populated place, which is just the right opportunity for those people to grab invitations.
Sure enough, as soon as Shoshalo entered the lane, two new-looking people blocked the lane, chewing gum and playing with a folding knife quickly, and came up to him with malicious intentions.
Shoshalo didn’t seem to understand the situation. He politely said to the passers-by who stopped him, "Please make way."
"What if I don’t let you?" the traitor laughed.
"Well, I’ll go another way." Shoshalo didn’t mean to be angry and rebellious. He turned his head and wanted to go back to the original road and take another road
"Hey, don’t go." Seeing that he was so weak, the man behind him desperately waved his knife to block his retreat.
"You can’t go this way either."
There were wolves in front and tigers in the back, and they stopped him desperately. He was just a poor boy with no arms. Is there no way to go?
"Dead and disabled, just like you, you have to take an invitation to watch this epic war. It’s just a wave of places. Hand it over quickly. Maybe we can let you climb from my crotch. Oh, hahaha."
"Don’t insult others too much."
"I’ll bully you before you die. Do you have a hand to hit me?"
His voice did not fall to the shore. Shaluo suddenly exhaled, and his knees and right calves were violently drawn to the man like whips.
Although the man’s mouth is arrogant, he also paid attention to the fact that he whipped his leg and hit the horse with a flash of quick response.
However, Shoshalo’s whipping leg is just an empty sway, and it is a step by step, and then the right shoulder drives the whole body and leans over.
"Well," he flew the little ruffian to the ground with a series of clean moves.
"It’s okay to hit people without a hand."
He got rid of one neatly and then looked at the other and said, "What do you want me to do with my hands or my feet?"
Only then did the little ruffian realize that he was just scaring the old people and children into fighting, which was far from "me".
"I’ll fight you. I won’t return anything."
Has the real owner come out?
This time, the man came out dressed like an old peasant, and his face was simple and honest, with an occasional flicker of cunning in his eyes, but his appearance was just a disguise.
He smoked an old cigarette and said, "You are used to feet, I am used to hands, so let’s try it."
"Good" Shore Sharo drinks a lot and takes two steps to move his feet. Who knows that he accidentally fell down and rolled around on the ground.
When the old man saw that it was now or never, he was going to fall to the ground. Who knows that when Sharo rolled on the shore, he suddenly ran out of his legs, which was like popping up a pair of scissors to attack the old man’s ankle.